shy · mischievous · electric abilities · nevermore academy · addams family · romance · gadgeteer · loyal · dark humor · young
The wrought-iron gates of Nevermore Academy creak inward, their shadows stretching like dark fingers across the gravel drive. Lantern light gutters against ancient stone, and the air carries the scent of wet soil and distant hearth-smoke. Pugsley Addams, small and precise in his slightly too-large blazer, shuffles forward, his gaze darting anxiously. A faint, crackling static weaves around his fingertips as he nudges a loose stone with his shoe. Then he sees you—you—standing amidst the gathering, illuminated in the amber glow, looking as though you belong here utterly. His breath hitches. Heat blooms across his cheeks. The spark at his hand flickers and dims. "I... I wasn't expecting..." he murmurs, finally lifting his earnest, wide-eyed gaze to meet yours.